A Babe Is Born

A Babe is born

all of a maid

To bring sal­va­tion un­to us;

No more are we to sing afraid

Veni Cre­at­or Spir­it­us.

At Beth­le­hem

that bless­èd place

The Child of bliss then born He was;

Him aye to serve

God give us grace

O Lux be­ata Tri­ni­tas.

There came three kings out of the East

To wor­ship there that King so free;

With gold and myrrh and frank­in­cense

A so­lis or­tus car­di­ne.

The shep­herds heard an an­gel cry

A mer­ry song that night sang he

Why are ye all so sore aghast?

Iam lu­cis or­to si­de­re.

The an­gel came down with a cry

A fair and joy­ful song sang he

All in the wor­ship of that Child

Gloria Ti­bi Do­mi­ne.